Chapter 181: Knights of Englandia

The steaming bath was a welcome respite. Lucian sank into the warm water, letting it soothe his aching muscles and the fatigue that clung to him like a shroud. The servants, bustling around him with practiced efficiency, scrubbed away the grime of their journey, leaving him feeling almost human again. As he donned his armor, meticulously polishing the dented metal surfaces until they gleamed, a sense of purpose solidified within him. This wasn't just about gaining an audience; it was about proving himself worthy. He glanced at the knightly helm gifted to him by the King of Englandia, a symbol of his honor and valor. He hadn't worn it in the treacherous forest, preferring a lighter, less conspicuous headgear. Here, however, it felt necessary, a reminder of his oath and his responsibility. When he emerged, he nearly gasped. Sir Gareth, a giant clad in gleaming plate armor, stood beside him, his broadsword strapped to his back. The familiar weight of his own blade felt reassuring in his